It was approaching.

Slowly it came up, an indistinct shadow at first, but growing clearer, until at last he could see the silhouette of it against the star-silvered water beyond.

There were two people in it.

Before the canoe reached the shore Slim Buck stood out knee-deep in the water and hailed it.
A voice answered.

And at the sound of that voice McKay dropped like a shot beside Peter, and Peter's lips curled up, and he snarled.